Leslie smiles for answer.
"Look here, Dolph," says Yorke, with affected carelessness. "What do you say to driving out to a place called St. Martin to-morrow? I'm going to try and persuade Miss Lisle and her father to show us the way."
The duke looks at her.
"I shall be very glad," he says. "Will you come, Miss Lisle?"
"If my father——," begins Leslie, and the duke interrupts her.
"We ought to send a formal invitation," he says, with a smile. "Will you give Mr. Lisle our compliments, Miss Lisle, and tell him how much the Duke of Rothbury and Mr. Temple will be indebted to him if you and he will accompany them on a drive to-morrow."
Leslie looks from one to the other for a moment as if she did not understand. The Duke of Rothbury! Can he be jesting?
The duke struggles with a smile as he sees her astonishment, then he says, casually:
"I hope you found the duke a good sailor, Miss Lisle."
Leslie glances at Yorke, who stands staring at his fishermen's boots, with a moody and not well pleased expression on his face.